Just finished Patti Smith's "Just Kids"

A beautiful story about unconditional love and understanding the different kinds of bonds we can have with people.

It reminded me how some may not understand another's actions but with compassion and an open mind, we can be a supportive rock to someone who may need it.

I love how she doesn't take the little things for granted and treasures those things in this book. Whether it was a gifted notebook or how a cigarette burn mark left on her chair reminds her of the poet who made the mark during a great discussion. Or remembering the few items friends owned, which all had meaning and purpose, unlike today when we buy so much useless crap.

I'll be passing this off to my mom when I see the family in FL next weekend.

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